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GOLDEN VIALS 



Qoldtn oiah fall of odors, which art the prayers 
(, of the saints. — Revelations 6:8. 



GOLDEN VIALS 




BY 

LEAH HECtERT 

PORTLAND, OREGON 



COPYRIGHT 1911 
BY LEAH HEGERT 



WALLACE PRINTING CO. 
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PREFACE 

I HAVE bread enough and some to spare, yet I am neither 
college-bred, well bred nor a thoroughbred. 

But considering life a good thing rather than a plaything, 
I am determined to to launch this little volume out into the 
world, with a prayer for its blessing. And so, if unduly 
criticised by those of the world, I freely forgive, for while 
yet in the morn of youth I will sow my seed, and in the 
evening I will not withhold my hand. 

Trusting that the seed of good which I may sow will be 
reproduced in the lives of others, preserved in the minds of 
others for rehearsal, repetition and reproduction, these 
seeds of good shall spring up into everlasting life. I have 
planted, Apollas has watered, but God ga\e the increase. — 
First Corinthians 3-6. 



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Preserved for Rehearsal, Repefiiion and 
Reproduction. 

In the last day when the vials are o])ened, golden 
\:a!s. full of the odors which are the prayers of the 
saints. — Revelation 5:8. 

Arid they sanq- a new song, saying' with a loud 
\oice, W orthy is the Lanib that was slain to receive 
l)ower and riches and wisdom and strenoth and honor 
and glory and blessing. And the number of them was 
ten thousand times ten thousand and thousands of 
thottsands. Paul says. Hebrew 11:12: So many as 
the stars of the sky in multitude, and as the sand 
which is by the seashore innumerable. 

It seems to me that it mu.s't be a love'y picture to 
gaze upon, so many saints, and to be there at the open- 
ing of the vials. In my fancy I can hear the voices 
Kow. as coming from a thousand phonographs. Those 
prayers, how sweet they will soiuid. And I wonder 
how many people believe that they are going to have 
a golden vial there to be opened in that bright celes- 
tial city, and to reproduce all th.^ good enacted wdicn 
here upon this earth. 

I believe that heaven will be a reproduction of 
earth's joys. Thottghts are but the reproduction of 
thoughts. Truth is but the reproduction of truth. 
Kindness is but th.^ reproduction of kindness. Love 
is but the reproduction of love. Faith is but the re- 
production of faith. Prayer is btit the reprodtiction 
of prayer, and so our prayers are put into golden vials, 
preserved, and will be rehearsed in heaven. In fact, 
all good will be but the reproduction of good. 

Oh. celestial city ! Oh. mansions fair and bri.ght ! 
Oh. tiie saints, think of the earth's redeemed, their 



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flowers never fade or wither! Oh. think of the per- 
petual glory t'here, all its grandeur and beauty never 
yet was told. In my fancy I can imagine that 1 am 
there now. and as one by one the vials are opened 1 
hear my mother's vial of prayers being reproduced 
Oh. it is grand in the extreme. I can hear her and 
see her now as she stands and listens to her own 
prayers being reproduced ther.? in glory. I can hear 
her saying, "Amen and amen." And again in u\y 
fancy I hear her say, "That' the prayer that saved 
mv girl my Leah. Oh. my darling, that's the prayer 
that brought her back to me to love m.^ and cherish 
me in my o'd days, that is the prayer that drove 
av/ay sorrow, th.at's I'he prayer that gave me encour- 
agement to go on through life and fight the good fight 
of faith." And again 1 can hear her saying, "That's 
the pray, r that increased my faith." O'h I can hear 
her say, "That's the prayer that lifted mv soul." and 
I can just see the happy smile on her dear face when 
she looks around and sees me there in h.^aven, num- 
bered with the saints, and hear her say. as her prayers 
keep on reproducing from the golden vial. "That's 
the prayor that brought her here." And I can hear 
her saying to me, "Those seeds which I sowed on 
earth, which I thought had blasted and withered, have 
sprung up at last into everlasting life." Oh. won't I 
be ^.lad that I ever prayed? Won't I be glad that I 
ever left the path of sin? Me thinks I can see just 
now an angel wiping the tears from my dear, sainted 
mother's eyes, the tears she wept over me when I was 
roaming in sin, grieving her poor heart. The angel 
sees in her tears great suffering, deep sorrow wrung 
from her heart. The angel, knowing such tears are 
not shed in vain, scans the future, takes a scope of 
vision, sees where these same tears ultimately have 
brought her daughter into eternal bliss — her wayward 
girl that no one else would pray and weep for. The 
angel puts them in a golden vial to gladden mother's 



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heart throup;hout eternity, ^'e^^, and ] shall sej those 
t ars and pra}'ers. 1 will want to listen to her pravers 
ten thousand years, and gaze upon her tears ten thou- 
sand years. I know that they will glisten like jewels 
in the darkened night, transparent as light as they are 
poured out b.foie my eyes. I think I wi'l recognize 
each tear — the love tear, tear of sorrow, tear of grief, 
tear of anguish, tear of gladness, pleasure and re- 
joicing. 

And I will want to see the tears that j- sus shed 
when He wept over all the world, and I will want to 
hear the prayers that He prayed when He wept over 
the City of J-Tusalem. 

Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, I'hou that killest the 
prophets, and stonest them wdiich are sent unto thee, 
how often would I ha\e gathered thy children tog. ther 
as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, a'.id 
ye would not. Beho'd vour home is left unto you 
desolate And when h." w^as come near, he beheld the 
city and wept over it. 

I want to be theie when those tears are poured 
<iut, mingled with the prayers He j^rayed for all tlie 
world. Th.^ prayer He prayed for Lazarus Lazarus, 
come forth. Behold how he loved him. The prayers 
He prayed in lone Gethsemane. Oh, Father, if this 
cup may not pass away from me except I drink of it, 
thy will be done; and the pray-r which He prayed on 
the cross. Father, forgive them, for they know not 
what they do. 

Oh, it will be grand to hear such prayers coming 
forth from the golden \'ials full of odors which are the 
prayers of the saints. It is then w.^ shaH see Jesus in 
all His beauty, glor}- and splendor, as He leads His 
saints unto living" fountains of water, and God shall 
wipe away all tears from our eyes, for the Lamb 
\vhich is in the midst of the thrtine shall feed thein. 
Oh, what a d.dightful place. 

()h, don't vou want to ex'st there in glorv through- 



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out the endless ages of eternity? If so then begin to 
square your life. Begin to get right. Begin to pray, 
begin to say, How am I treating my companions, my 
playmates, my fellow workmen, and how do I treat 
my mother and my father. 

Let me tell you something right here. The young 
man or woman who is unkind to their parents and 
snaps t'hem up with harshness, they invariably bring 
ruin upon themselves unless th:"y repent. Honor 
them, begin now to love and cherish them, try to make 
their declining years sweet and happy. The word of 
God says that whoso curseth father or mother, his 
lamp shall b" p'ut out in obscure darkness. Now, 
reader, I beg pf you to take advice from one who has 
had that harrowing experience. Honor thy father 
and thy mother that thy days may be long Ui)on the 
earth. 'Tis the promise of God, long life and a never- 
ending eternity in a city of gold. 

I believe that God sees us always, and I believe 
that God takes snap-shots of our lives just the same 
as we take snap-shots of men and wpjpen -with a 
camera. ■ ■ 

So begin now with me to live life anew. Life i? 
so sweet, oh, may we spend it well ! 

Then I begin to pray to Him 

Who holds our lives by a single thread. 

He is ready and willing to pardon sin. 
He looks with pity on one who said : 

I know not how to pfay. 

Be merciful to me a sinner, 
O'h, spirit, lead the way. 

Strengthen me, a new beginner. 

Then you will happy be 

From all your sins set free, , 

You'll be happy day by day 

If you keep the narrow way- 



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SATISFACTION. 

Jesus blesses me daily with His wondrous love. 

Tho of cours.^ I am weak and I'm jioor. 
But my treasures are laid up in heaven above 

Where there's no moth nor rust I am sure. 

I'm a wanderer on earth and never can tell 
Where I'm going to get my next meal. 

But I'll have a mansion where all will be well. 
And where th-eves do not break through and steal. 

And I am satisfied with a crust and a crumb, 
While on earth with the children of men, 

For lifr^ at its longest won't seem very long, 
So I'll praise Him again and again. 

There are a few more prayers of which 1 will make 
mention, a few more of which we will all want to hear 
coming forth from those golden vials. 

I have a great desire to hear the last prayer of 
Samson, as he prayed unto the Lord and said: 

O Lord God. remember me. I pray thee, only this 
once. O' God, that I may be at once avenged of the 
Philistines for my two eyes And Samson took hold 
of the two middle pillars upon which the house stood 
and then he prayed. Lord let me die with the Philis- 
tines. And he bowed himself Avith all his might, and 
the house fell upon the lords and all the people that 
were therein. Yes, I will want to hear these prayers 
he prayed under law that seemed so strange, and con- 
trast them with the prayers of martyred saints prayed 
under grace. 

Space will not permit me to mention all the pray- 
ing saints, martyrs patriarchs, prophets and apostles. 
The prayer that the poor publican prayed when he 
smote upon his breast and prayed. Lord, be merciful 
to me a sinner, and the prayer of that dear sainted 



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Stephen, the dying prayer that he prayed whiL^ beino; 
stoned to death. Lord lay not this sin to their charge, 
and the prayer that Jonah prayed while in the whale's 
belly. Salvation is of the Lord, and the whale heaved 
Jonah out on dry ground. And methinks I will want 
to hear the sermon that he preached after he reached 
Nineveh, Yet forty (la}'s and Xineveh shall 1).^ over- 
thrown. It pays to preach the sermons that Cicd gives 
you. Three days and nights in the belly of the whale 
was enough for Jonah. Moaning, groaning, agonizing 
and praying ultimate!}- resulted in th.e salvation of 
that great city Xineveh. C/'h. after I ha\e listened to 
the pravers of Jonah for ten thousand vears, I will 
want to hear the Xinevites' prayers. Think of th.- 
prayers of one hundred and twenty thousand coming 
from one hundred and twenty thousand golden vials. 

I want to hear the voice of Jeremiah that rose from 
th-} lonely dungeon, his prayer during solitary confine- 
ment, coming forth from the lips of Jeremiah as his 
feet sank in the clay. When he began to pray he was 
lifted up from his distress by the use of old rags tied 
together and let down to him that he might lav hoVl 
upon. As they lifted him from the dungeon he was 
yet saying, amen and amen, and glorifying God. 

And I often think of the weeping Hezekiah and 
how he prayed to God to lengthen his life. Hezekiah 
turned his face toward the wall and wept sore, and he 
prayed. Oi Lord, remember now how I have walked 
in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that 
is good in thy sight. And can there be any one who 
will not want to hear the prayers of dear old sainted 
Daniel, with his windows open towards Jerusalem, at 
morning, noon and night. 

Refresh vour minds concerning the experience of 
Daniel. Yes, I will be anxious to hear those prayers 
offered at morning, noon and night, more anxious to 
hear him pray in the lions' den, and more anxious to 
hear him prav after his deliverancci. 



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Da\i(I i)ra}C'cl, Create within me a clean heart, O 
(icd and renew a right spirit w^ithin me. That will 
have been the prayer of millions, yet each prayer, al- 
though identical in language, will have its jieculiar 
distinction in music, melody and harmony. 

I am much concerned about such prayers as those 
prayed l:)y Klias. ? urayer that prevailed with Cod. 
and closed up the heavens for three years and six 
months. After that 1 will want to hear the prayer he 
prayed again. And the heavens gave rain and the earth 
brought fort'h frui^ Such prayers will be a source of 
great p'easure and extreme interest to me. I want to 
look into the face of a man that could and (\'a\ prav 
like Elias. 

I shall be glad to hear conr'ng forth from those 
golden vials the |jrayers of Solomon petitioning (jod 
for wisdom, praying for wisdom which inspired him 
to write the Songs of Solomon. 

Hut to return to the pra3'ers of I'aul. ( )'ne of I'aul's 
prayers above all others I will want to hear when he 
prayed the very God of Peace. Sanctify you wholly, 
and I pray God your whole spirit, soul and bodv be 
pr served blameless unto the coming of our Lord 
Jesus. Faithful is he that calleth you, and he also 
will do it. 

Another time when Paul was preaching and a 
young man in the third loft grew weary and sleepy 
and fell out of the window, Paul went down and 
prayed and his life came back into his body. I hav.' 
a longing to look into Paul's face and see the expres- 
sion upon it when his prayers are being reproduced 
from the golden via's, especially th.-^ one he praved 
on the road to Damascus, when he prayed. Lord what 
wilt thou have me to do. and immediately the Lord 
showed him what to do, and Paul arose from the earth 
and when his ey. s were opened he saw no man, but 
they led him b\' the hand and brought him to Da- 
masctis. 



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Now about this time the Lord appeared to aliothef 
disciple at Damascus by the name of Ananias and 
told him to arise and go into a street' called Straight 
and inquire for Saul of Tarsus, for behold he prayeth. 
That prayer must have been a pitiful one. a peniten- 
tial one. Oil, I imagine how Sweet it Sounded. Gud 
was just getting Paul ready for his mission work. 
Yes, that prayer of penitence, prayer of fepentance. 
Oh, I know it will sound sweet as music coming forth 
from the golden vial mingled with tears. 

There is tnuch fuss, formality and appearance of 
prayer which is a mockery, a sham, a diabolical couri- 
teifei't of prayer There is much that passes in the 
eyes and minds for prayer, praise and worship that 
God never approves of. or lets His divine benediction 
rest upon. What men often call pfayer, God declares 
a mockery. What God calls prayer men often call a 
pandemonium, sacrilege and mockery. Men are 
ofttimes led to pray very peculiar pfavers. unusual 
and apparently absurd prayers. God has planted within 
..11 nature the spirit of prayer. 

The natural tendency of (rod's creation is to con- 
tinuous prayer, praise and worship, but Satan planned 
a reaction, a counteraction and planted a law of evil 
within the soul, and when I would do good evil is 
present with me. I see another law in my members 
warring against the law of my mind bringing me into 
cai)tivity to the law of sin which is in my members. 
But thanks be to God who giveth us the victor}- 
through Jesus Christ our Lord. He is the mediator. 
We know not what we should pray for as we ought, 
but the spirit itself maketh intercession for us with 
groanings which cannot be uttered. Likewise the 
spirit also helpeth our Infirmities, so by Jesus Christ 
we are led to prayer, praise and worship, brought back 
to our original tend -ncy to continuous prayer — not to 
reading or saying prayers but praN^er iti the H'oly 
Ghost. 



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POEMS 



Bein^' authorized of the Holy Spirit to pen these 
h'nes and publish them for the benefit of mankind and 
for the purpose of savings souls. I h?reby subjoin the 
following' poems all of which have been composed 
and written bv the author. 



KEEP ON PRAYING. 

I'll earnestly pray until my eyelids close in death. 

I'll pray until I stain my study walls with praying 
breath. 

I'll i)ray fore\- r to my (iod. for He has loosed my 
bands. 

I'll ])ray because I'm on the road to that bright shin- 
ing strand. 

liecause I know this hour of prayer 

In whom I have believed. 
My sorrows He doth gladly share. 

My aching hear't relieved. 
'Tis grand to know I've found a friend 

Who "'er abides with me. 
Till I have reached the shining strand 

Beyond death's narrow sea. 

And still I'll pray and thank my God because He 

leadeth me. 
Wh"n I. this mortal, must put on immortality. 

Beyond this earth of toil and strife 
Where love and grace abound. 

I'll pray and shout eternal life. 
Oh. this is praying ground ! 



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And while 1 dwell here on this earth 

I'll pray to God alone. 
And ne'er to strange gods will I how. 

To brass or wood or stone 

( )h, yes, I'll pray until 1 stain mv stU(h' walls with 

praying breath. 
I'll earnestly keep praying till my e}'e!ids close in 

death' 



HOW LEAH BROKE HER MOTHER'S HEART. 

I've tried this world in all its sins. 

With evil comrades sp?nt my davs. 
Oh. awfttl paths I've trodden in 

Not caring for the stormy ways. 

Not caring for my mother's pleas. 

Forgetting all her loving smiles. 
Forgetting her en bended knees 

Praying to God to bless her child. 

Oh, misspent life could I recall 
I fain would give my life, my all. 

But alas, too late the time to stay, 
I broke her heart and went astray. 

My age was scarcely seventeen 

When I began to roam around. 
When last her dear old face I seen 

Her tears were falling to the ground. 

These parting words she said to me: 
"()h, darling daughter, do not go 

Out in this wide world ;" then said she 
" 'Tis full of pitfalls, pain and woe." 

But on I went, unheeding all, 

In every crooked path I've been. 
I've seen this world, I've seen it all, 

I've drank the v?rv essence of sin 



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I'n'o I'.aunted st)uls, oh. precious souls. 

Of some who might in mansion dwell; 
And some who sought a hirtter life 

Wg ruhie(l ap.d dragged them down to hell. 

I've lured them to dens of vice. 

I've tempted them both night and morn, 
Influenced tl.em through bad advice. 

To take one taste, one sup of scorn. 

They came with me into the den. 

To drink the wine and use the dope, 
To learn the ways of evil men. 

To live by chance of ruint'd h.ope. 

When under its influence I have been, 
So many unseemly things I've seen. 

The horrors of one dreadful night. 
()h, I never will forget the sight. 

In a dreary corner there I lay, 

A'tho' ([uite safe from sight of cops. 

It seemed a woman old and gray 
Crept in that den of rum and hops. 

She came and sat down by my side, 
Her eyes were fast upon me then. 

Says I, "You've only come to chide. 
Else, whv did you come to the den?" 

Her feeble voice was firm and low. 

She spoke so soft and kind to me. 
Her poor old heart was broke. I know. 

Mv mother had come to plead with me 

She laid my head upon her arm 

And firmly she began to pray : 
''() God, do shield my child from harm," 

And this is what I heard lier sav : 



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"( )h. cursed be the wine and rum 

That hir. d and dragged her to the shuns. 

And cursed be the coin t'hat bought 

The soul I've loved, the chihl I've taught. 

"But still she's mine you gave h r to me 
When she was pure in infancy. 

Tho' sacrificed upon the shrine 

( )f lust, through drugs and rum and wine. • 

'And I still love her though she's down, 
.\nd snared by Satan's cunning wiles. 

Tho" all this world should ca.st a frown. 
She is still mv loved, my only child. 

".And while I call on Thee today, 
() Savior, hear me whih- I pray. 

And cursed cursed be the day 

That my dear Leah went astray." 

My dream was over and 1 awoke 
To find no mother there with me. 

To find that not a comrade spoke. 
Then I cr;^]:)t out so siVntly. 

I made a \ow right there and then 

To ne'er again go in the den. 
The den so vile, so base, so low ; 

1 pledged that ne'er again I'd go. 

And now my mind is clear and I 

Don't go with those who drink and lie 

Down in dens to dream and die 
As in the weary years gone by. 

The marks of sin are left upon 
This vivid, broken form of mine, 

Throug"h waywardness I've b"en brought down 
Througli bad companions to confine. 



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■My niissi^ent life. (> (iod forgive. 

I now repent and pray to Hini 
\Vho sent the vision, that 1 might live. 

To that dark corner in the den. 

Althongli Tve caui^ed her grief and pain. 

( )fttimes I've caused her tear.^ to start. 
My misspent life of sin and shame 

Has broke niy inot'her's tender heart. 

And. reader, dear. I j^ray bevvar.'. 

Take heed to yoilr ways while in youth 
Remember your dear niotlier's prayer. 

Her ])atience, friendship, hne and truth 

Succ- ss will bless the mindful few. 

Take thought of all your actions, too. 
I>e careful what you do and say. 

Lest you, like me. should go a.straV. 



ADVICE. 

I write to you. oh. sinful man. 

I beg you cease your sinful wayj^. 
What is thy name, what is thy game 

What is thy destiny? I pray. 
I beg of thee while thou art young 

To leave oflP all bad company. 
Refrain from wine, young man. T pray. 

While thou aft happy, young and gay 

A lesson I would have you learn. 

Say unto Wisdom, thou art mine. 
For understanding wilt thou yearn. 

And may it round thy heart entwine. 
"Then shun saloons, oh. wayward boys. 

And do not ramble th'foUgh the slums. 



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Go elsewhere when you seek employ. 
Don't mingle with the idle ones. 

Kef rain from placing eards. young man. 

The vilest foe which you have met. 
A worthless boy, a worthless man, 

O'h. do not smoke th-? cigarette. 
Remember her who prayed for you. 

Who pleads with Ood to save your souls. 
He who is merciful and true 

To keep you out of gambling halls. 

A few more suns, a few more moons. 

And thou wilt be numb- red with the dead. 
!^-fiek Jesus whilst thou are in thy bloom 

And forbid tha't hell should be thy bed. 
Vou can't afford to pay the price, 

To give your soul a sacrifice, 
So I'll warn vou now while I ha\"e breath : 

Broad is the road that leads to death. 

Then from bad languag.' do refrain. 

Take not the name of God in vain. 
[ pray you heed this good advice. , 

(Jh, meet me in that blest paradise. 
Ves. I would shield thee in thy youth. 

And from the tempter who b'guiles 
VVould teach the ways of love and truth. 

Then flee from Satan's cunning wiles. 

So I'll lend to you a helping hand. 

As through this world of sin I eo'. 
My prayer is, God save you. oh. man. 

From evil sin. from want and woe. 
1 hen shun the offenses of sin. 

To read tl:e word of God begin 
\\'hile He knocks at thv heart's door let Him in 

I beg of you, oh. sinful man. 



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WHERE AM I? 

The sun has sunk l)ehin(l the hill 

The birds and beas'ts have ijcne to rest. 

All nature seems to sleep at will. 
Another day 's spent, is past. 

Hut \vh re. oil where am I pray tell? 

Am 1 in sluml^ering- with the rest? 
( )r am I wandering- in the deil. 

C )r in a mansion fitly dressed? 

I hear the tor.ing of the bel\ 

The mournful sound seems .strange to me. 
^\'hile listening" to th.^ notes that swell. 

I'm wondering" wd:ere I can be. 

The hour is late, I dare to .^ay. 

And wh^'re ani I so fa'nt and weak? 
Then, spirit, wouldst 1 say thee nay. _ 

Thou whom my weary soul doth seek? 

Xay. spirit thou hast not come in ^•ain, 
b'or thou shalt guid.^ me through the vale. 

Through the mists, to bliss and gain. 
Over brook and valle\ . hill and dale. 

C)h. spirit, lead nie where the sun has gone. 

Into perfect peaceful paths of morn. 
Hide my soul safe fioni din and throng 

\\'here brightest sunbeams there adorn. 

Ves. I'm content. I'll gladly go with thee. 

Although the world h.as rooni and son"ie to spare. 
But seems there's not a resting place for me. 

For I would fain be resting in th^> great somewhere. 

Somewhere, somewhere with thee at ease. 

Oh. spirit, gentle dove of peace. 
T's almost midnight, hear the cry so sbrill. 

The cry of horsemen coming o'er the hill 



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To carry me and thee, oh, spirit, there 

Where rest the saints beyond death's cold chiir. 

( )ne smile upon a face so fair, 

A whispered peace, sweet peace now all is si ill. 

'Tis there I long to rest my weary soul. 
There the sun will never cease to shine, 

r)evond this ea:thlv sphere and waters shoal. 
Oh. spirit, lead me to that land divine. 

THE NEW AND OLD CAMP. 

Xear a cpiaint old w- sieni city. 

In a camp one summer day. 
1 had gone there on a mission 

With a message to convey. 
Just to tell of good King Jesus. 

Just to do my Master's will. 

Just to tell to those around me. 

Of a camp on Zion's hill. 

All the camp boys gathered round me. 

And were seated on the ground 
r.istening patiently to hear me. 

Waiting to catch each word and sound. 
As I gently told the story 

How their eyes with tears did fill. 
When I fold them of the mansions 

In that camp on Zion's hill. 

T address, d them as dear comrades. 

As they knelt with me in prayer. 
Told them of that golden city 

With its streets and gates so fair. 
Tell me, comrades, are you ready 

For to meet' KHng Jesus there. 
Wdien He blows the gospel trumpet 

^^'ill \-ou meet Him in the air? 



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In that camp of blest rejoicing 

There will be no tired teams. 
Th'-re will be no digging trenches , 

And no engines rtin by steam. 
For the Zion's camp was finished. , 

Planned and made at Jesus' will. 
Put your trus't in Him who's waiting 

¥or yen up on Zion's hill. 

There will l)e no angry l^osses 

There to come and scold and frown. 
There will be no cafes and crosses, 

In that camp of fame's renown. 
Everybody there is peaceful 

How their souls with gladness thrill! 
Oil, the peace and joy of living 

At that camp on Zion's hill! 

T'here \\'\\\ be no car^nvorn mothers. 

No sick babies left at home. 
There is room for all in Zion. 

Jesus beckons them to come. 
And this servant who is writing 

These few lines at Jesus' will. 
I'll be there to shout God's praises. 

At that camp on Zion's hill. 



THE PLACE WHERE I PLAYED WHEN A 
CHILD. 

There is a dear place on earth, 1 remend)er so well, 
'Tis the place of my birth, now to you I will tell. 
We lived in a cabin w'ith only one door. 
With cnlv one window and an oaken board floor. 

M\ dear loving daddv work-d hard everv day. 
Mv kind patient mother, she taught me to pray. 



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lUit time hath wroui^^h't changes in that home so in'hi. 
In that humble cabin where I played when a child. 

h'or death wilhou't merc}- has taken awa^' 
My kind, patient mother, away to the King, 
(^n.-^ cold winter's exening they bore her awav 
I\fethinks how the angels their praises did sing. 

( )ft in the night as J lay in my bed 
Methinks 'that the angels watch round mv head. 
When I rise in the morning God's praises to sing, 
I 'vill ask Him if mother to me He will bring. 

Then it s-ems I hear daddy whisper-ng to me: 
"Dear child, she's in heaven, awaiting for thee." 
I'm weary and lonely and tired today 
Since the angels have taken dear mother awav. 

These ar-^ the songs she taught me to sing: 
"With Jesus My Savior." 'T'm Child of the King." 
And this is the prayer she taught me to say: 
"Now I lay me down to sleep. Lord hear me, T pray.'' 

She left me her l^)ible my ])athway to guide. 
It bids m.' to meet her on yon shining shore. 
In mansions of glory where no ills betide. 
To greet her and daddy, as in days of yore. 

But as long as I live that old cabin will be 

The dearest of all recollections to me. 

Oft I gaze o'er the m-^adows and woodlands so wild 

And long for the place where I played wdien a child. 



THE GOSPEL TRAIN. 

Some day I'll leave this vale of tears. 

O'f sorrow\ sickness. ]min and v>^oe. 
A few more days, weeks, months and y. ars 

And on to glorv I will go. 



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This life is but a few short years — 
Yea: s full of sorrow, grief and pain. 

^Velcome the clay beyond all fears. 
I'm waiting- for the gospel train. 

Come. oh. thou Death, come answ-r me 
This question 1 will put' to thee : 

Where is thy all heartrending sting. 
And grave, where is thy victory? 

No longer will I doubt and fear 

Beyond this world, for all is gain ; 
I'm waiting for these words to hear: 

Come, journey on the gospel train. 

The road is narrow straight and plain : 

The engineer can plainly see ; 
The cars are all made free from stain. 

And I am going on t'hat train. 

My ticket is the gospel truth. 

The Holy Bible true and grand: 
I learned it when I was a youth 

Of a dear Savior's helping hand 

I pray from grace I may not fall 

And from temptation to refrain ; 
I'll bid farewell to one and all. 

For I am going on that train. 

And when I sit at Jesus feet 

And tell Him all my griefs and woe. 

My happiness He'll make complete. 
My joys will be full then I know. 



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MEMORIES OF THEE. 

( )h. Mother, w'ny are your footstei)s slow. 
And why your shoulder.s bended low. 
And \vh}- is your hair aM silvery .^ray. 
Why is this change? do tell me. ])ra}\ 
Dut she softly whispered to me. '"Xay." 

Ah. Moth. r. why are your cheeks faded now. 

And why the wrinkle.s on your brow. 

Why do you look so sad each day. 

What has caus'd this change? oh. tell me. pray. 

lUit she only answered to me, "Xay." 

Why is your voice so faint and weak. 
Why does it tremble when you speak, 
WHiy are those tears in your eyes each day? 
Oh. Mother, dear, do tell me. pray. 
And still she answered to me, "Nay." 

Oh. Mother, why do you bow vour weary head. 
WHiy does your aching heart seem hea\y as lead? 
She lovingly clasped my hand and said: 
"It is thee, r.iy child, mv love, for thee." 
And Mother said. "'Jliat's what changes me." 



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CONFESSION AND REPENTANCE. 

Spent, life, sweet life. 
Misspent or well spent. 

It is g-one with the years ; gone into a never end- 
ing eternity. 

And I regret, oh, I regret to say that I have lived 
a life of sin. and have drunk many cups of bitterness, 
all of which might have been avoided had I taken 
heed to my ways earlier in life. My life of sin and 
degradation has utterly haunted, tormented distressed 
me, even since my conversion. I had a dream that 
was terrible. I dreamed that I had died and gone to 
hell. I imagined myself there with everv secret act 
of my life, every conceivable sin that I had ever com- 
mitted: yes, they were all bfore me, there to haunt, 
torment, distress, disgust and to torture and punish 
me through an endless eternity. Oh, the scene was 
appalling, horrible to gaze upon the secrets of my 
own misspent life. And so I believe that hell will be 
a reproductin of earth's sins and pains and miseries, 
where all the heartaches of untold misery will be re- 
enacted. There liars, murderers, thieves, adulterers, 
fornicators, blasphemers, and in fact every individual 
who lives a life of sin and debauchery will have their 
part, their place of existence, to abide in torment for- 
ever and ever, where their wcrni dieth not and the 
fire is not quenched. 

Among my many other sins which were heaped 
up before me in hell was this one remembered, that 
I had not honored my mother. I remembered that 
I had sent her to her grave broken-hearted because 
of my sin. O'h, remember, young man and woman, 
that mother does not always remain in the home, and 
your's like mine, may be called soon by the angels, 
and then if you have not treated her right you will 
onlv be sorrv once, and that once will be all of vour 



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life. Sometimes I think, oh, that I could see her and 
beg her forgiveness or could I die .ind be buried with 
her I feign would moulder in the tomb by her side 
and sleep in the damp cold ground with her, my 
guardian angel mother and my guide. 

O'h. think of life, only one life God gives, and 
only once to live. O'nly one mother to pray, to love 
and care for us, to teach, to sing, to soothe, to drive 
our cares, our doubts our tears, our fears away. 
Honor her now, before the tortures of a misspent life 
will haunt and agonize you eternally as it has me. 
The tortures of hell seem to burn in ni}' conscience, 
penetrate the lowest recesses of my heart. Oh. my 
soul sinks within me with that awful feeling of re- 
morse. No human tongue can describe the tortures 
and miseries at the end of a misspent life. At the 
last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder. 

But now that I am old I have determined to make 
amendments of the past as best I can. and pray God's 
forgiveness upon me. And this is -why I beg of you, 
beware and honor thy father and thy mother. Try to 
make all of their declining years sweet and happy. 
Perhaps this lesson will help you. and if you pray to 
God he will hear you and help you, and you will 
escape the tortures and torments of a man or woman 
in after yer.rs, who has spent a life of idleness or lived 
in rebellion against God. Let me repeat again : At 
the last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an 
..dder. 

I believe hell will b.? but a duplicate of earth's 
wickedness, increased only by the experience the devil 
has had in continually seeking out other wicked in- 
ventions to perpetuate his earthly kingdom, and the 
panoramic scene of reproduction 3-onder will be ter- 
rible to gaze upon. 

The most wicked of hell will want to cover their 
faces in shame, disgust, sorrow, anguish, misery and 
woe, and will desire to escape from such an awful 



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place. lUit there is no escape. A great gulf is fixed 
between earth's redeemed and hell's confines. 

Rememl^er the experience of the rich man and Laz- 
arus. The rich man lifted up his .yes in hell, and 
said: "Father A'braham, 1 beg" of thee to send Laz- 
arus that he might dij) his fingers in water and cool 
my parched tongue." Reniend:)er the rich man had 
received his good things in : arthlv life, like King 
Ijeltshazer when his heart was merrv and his soul was 
feasting npou the good things of earth's pleasures. 
cU.d there ai)i)eared the fingers of a hand writing on 
tlv wall. The Icing's countenance was changed for 
the writing was read to him, wliich told him (iod 
hath numbered thy kingdom and finished it. Tho 
art weighed in the balance and thv soul is found 
wanting. 

Then ask yourself now. how have I spent my life? 
If well spent or misspent, get right with God before 
thy soul falls into the balances^ or into hell, as did 
the rich man's. 



Let all thy spirit with God's spirit blend. 
And thou wilt find eternal peace and joy and liappi- 
ness. The end. 



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